Early in the morning, and sleep eludes me. I toss and turn a bit, wondering what life is all about, but then I think about the snow that fell yesterday, making the whole world sweet and white. We watched the poplar tree that stands between us and the big house, festooned with starlings that rose into the snowy air like a curtain, then fell to the ground - a shower of dark pennies; only to feed a little and rise again into the branches. Were they singing paeans to the snow or just reveling in the pure whiteness of the world.
I rise and peer into the darkness of the early morning to see if the snow has lingered through the night. The lane is level and smooth and white, but the steps are bare and I foresee by noon the garden will once again have thrown off its protective counterpane.
The coffee has perked; the cat has left me to resume her sleep; I hear the house begin to stir and the day begins....... I miss the little dog, who sometimes comes to me as I sleep and makes the night hours poignant.